Standing in my backyard this morning, just before dawn, a memory came back of the HUGE old tree that used to be in it when I first moved into this house 7 years ago. I am not sure what tree it was, but I think something like a big paperbark tree, She would've been there for so long, her trunk was so big I couldn't reach my arms completely around Her.
I remember when not long at all after I moved in, the owners came and cut her right down, completely removed her along with another big tree in my backyard.
I was so devastated, a feeling that I know very well having being someone who feels everything, let alone the hurt Mother Earth feels with what we do to Her.
I remember when I was 13 going to my favourite bushland one afternoon after school like I do, only to discover they had knocked it down and placed wooden pegs with marking lines all over the place. I remember being infuriated with pain and anger that they did this and ran through and pulled...